Under The Mistletoe

At times I would pray to see your smile.

Other times I would question if I can see you. Often I would beg.

For the chance to not only to see, but hear your voice,to enjoy your presence.

Never really mattered if I had to crawl without use of my legs.

So now I purpose a race, or maybe a game of chase.

I'll leave rose pedals as a trail that will lead back to a family place.

Where I can see the glow from your eyes the reflection I would see, but the feeling of what I feel for you I would have to let you know.

Maybe we can even stack presents under the tree.

Then I would say that the best gift of all is the one that is just for me.

Which it does take two to make we.

I would tell you that I would never let you go.

Till you say let me be.

Then Ill say when I am with you.

In reality you set me soul free.

I will never leave your side I am no absentee.

Then I would go and answer the door.

Cause I know it would always have to ring.

Listen to all the family talk trash ha.

Even the beautiful voices of the carolers when they sing.

Then I will politely step away and above your door of your room I will hang as some say a unique thing.

Then maybe leave a flower just because I can.

To talk about your dreams and mine.

That is what I enjoyed the most.

We both would always find a way to understand.

Although there will be a time when I am going to have to go as you pull me toward your room with intentions that most dudes would love and want to get before they were to go.

I would hug you and say no, but tell you to look up above your head.

That weird thing I set up was the mistletoe.

As I kiss your lips and hold your hips.

Yet tell you that I will see you tomorrow and as I walk away I trip.

I know then in reality and emotion I have fallen in, and is now part of.

The most wonderful thing that can happen to me.

Thanks for meeting me under the mistletoe, and yet this fall I have taken has landed me directly in love.

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